(I have no memory of this, but evidently, in the wee hours, I reached over and hit my wife lightly in the arm. Twice.)
THE WIFE– (wakes up) Hey… why did you hit me?
ME– (Sort of waking up) Huh? I hit you??
THE WIFE– Yes. You just hit me. Twice.
ME– Oh, I’m sorry. I was trying to hit Alison.
(I went right back to sleep, and remember nothing at all about dreaming of hitting my sister. Seems on brand, though.)